Life isn't fair
and we all get up to see
see if it still rains
outside the fields
I'd rather wonder
if everything remains
gentle and wise, remembering good, good times

then i tasted
the sick smile
of your gaze
a drop in the lake
then i tasted
your gloomy face
the illness
(i want to feel it again)

across the river
the gentle fields exist
when I was a kid
they glowed so green, so green